Charles invited me around to his place for dinner. He was going to cook it himself. When I asked why him and not his father he laughed.
"Dad's out of town and won't be back until tomorrow. That makes me the cook. Are you coming?"
There was a lot more in that simple question than there seemed. Charles was my boyfriend and while, up until now, we'd gone so far and no further, I would be alone with him at his place with his father not expected home. He might expect things to progress a little further than normal. Or a lot further. Thinking about it I realised that I might be thinking about permitting things to progress further. After all, I couldn't stay a virgin for ever and I was curious and tempted.
"Yes, I'll be over," I told him, "but I expect you to provide a decent meal. Not a warmed up frozen dinner."
"Hey, I'm a good cook. My father's taught me heaps and you know how good a chef he is. Shall we say six?"
So I fronted up at six. I even had a change of undies with me, just in case I needed them. I wasn't intending on seducing Charles nor was I intending to be seduced, but proximity and seclusion bring their own results. One never knew what might happen.
Charles was older than me, being nearly twenty, and I very much doubted that he was a blushing virgin. It actually surprised me that I was still an unblushing virgin when I was only a month short of nineteen. Charles had introduced me to various ways of petting that I'd found quite enjoyable, just not quite enjoyable enough to throw caution to the winds. I was now getting just a little antsy and caution was starting to feel more like an anchor than a lifebuoy.
Charles was busy in the kitchen and I sort of hung around, observing and chatting, not trying to help as I knew I'd probably stuff up what he was doing. I did set the table for the two of us, Charles being just a little busy.
Dinner, when it was served, was a very tasty chicken cacciatore, with a non-alcoholic apple cider for a drink. (I suspected that the reason for the non-alcoholic cider was twofold. I wouldn't be able to accuse him of getting me tipsy and if he couldn't persuade me to stay I wouldn't be over the limit to drive.) Charles had also found the time to make a lemon meringue pie. Those things are tricky but he'd nailed it neatly. I only had a single slice but I could easily have eaten the whole pie. I was certainly getting another slice before I left.
After we finished dinner and the dishes were done (yes, I helped with the dishes) we moved into the front room to watch some movies. We each picked one. Charles swore that if we watched his first he would stay awake and watch the one I chose. We then settled down to watch, sitting on the couch, me snuggled up against him.
That first movie was a typical testosterone driven man's movie. Good if you like that sort of thing, passable if you didn't. It had a couple of mandatory sex scenes but they were more innuendo than anything else, easily ignored. (By me, anyway.)
We started my choice and I settled back to watch. It was a romantic comedy, more romance than comedy, but I intended to enjoy it. Apparently so did Charles. Every time the heroine got kissed, so did I. For that matter, when the villainess got kissed, so did I. I swear that if two dogs had rubbed muzzles Charles would have claimed it was a kiss and used that as an excuse to kiss me.
What I hadn't counted on was that when the heroine's bra became unfastened, so did mine. Okay, maybe I had sort of expected that to happen sooner or later. I didn't object as we'd been that far before and I quite enjoyed the feel of his hands stroking my breasts. I could feel them swelling slightly under his touch, my nipples hardening, with him teasing them.
What I hadn't expected was that when the villainess lost her panties, so did I. Not the heroine. She was a good girl and wouldn't dream of losing her panties. Unfortunately Charles seemed to be identifying me with the villainess for this purpose.
Naturally I did object to this, even if it was a little late as my panties were pooled around my ankles. Charles spoke all the right soothing words. We were only going so far and no further and I could call a halt at any stage. He had touched me rather intimately before, after all.
"Maybe, but that was through my panties," I pointed out.
"True, but you'll find it's more fun this way."
Oh, I would, would I?
(As a matter of fact I did, not that I was going to admit it.)
Eventually Charles moved my hand to his lap. I initially though that he'd want me to unzip and play with him a bit more intimately as it wouldn't be the first time for that, either. My mistake. He'd already unzipped and loosened his trousers and I found myself holding his cock, which was well and truly erect.
We kept on kissing and fondling and I was getting way excited. At some stage my bra and blouse went by the wayside and Charles was kissing and suckling on my breasts. It was slowly dawning on me that things were getting a little too advanced for my peace of mind but I was able to console myself with the facts that I still had my skirt on and Charles his trousers.
Until we didn't. I wasn't really sure how that came about but I found myself naked, lying on the couch, Charles looming above me. His fingers were holding my lips apart and the head of his cock was resting against me. It was time to put up or shut up, as they say, although in this case I think you could say it was time to put out or start talking very fast.
I, in my ineffable wisdom, didn't say a word, just waited and watched. He pressed a little more firmly against me, removing his hand, and I saw my lips close around him. He started pressing more firmly, moving slightly deeper, and after a moment or two I felt something inside me give. It was just a twinge but something gave way and I could only suppose that that meant I was no longer a virgin.
All I could do was look at him as I felt his cock slowly forcing its way into me, and I do mean forcing. It seemed to me that he was having a bit of a struggle as he advanced. I knew it for a fact when he winked at me.
"You're a virgin and very tight," he said. "I have to be careful not to hurt you. The extra time is worth it."
